Martyr

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Two Muslim mothers are sitting in the cafe chatting
over a pint of goat's milk. The older of the moms pulls
out her bag and starts flipping through a
photo album and reminiscing??. "This is my oldest
son, Mohammed. He would be 24 now."
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The other mom replies, "I remember him as a baby."
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Mom says, "He's a martyr now."
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"Oh, so sad my dear."
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Mom flips to another picture. "And this is my second
son, Kalid. He would be 21."
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"Oh I remember him. He had such curly hair when he
was born."
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Mom sighs, "He's a martyr, too."
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"Oh gracious me," says the second mother.
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"And this is my third son. My beautiful Ahmed! He
would be 18". Mom whispers.
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"Yes," says her friend enthusiastically, "I remember
when he first started school."
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"He's a martyr also," Mom says, with tears in her eyes.
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After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Muslim
mother looks wistfully at the photos and says...........
"They blow up so fast, don't they?"